Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

After another ten minutes, the gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through. ***TWO QUESTIONS*** Would the gates shut behind her? Or would they have the goodwill to let her back out? As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things. Stealth. Nerve. Speed. More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement. Luck. Actually. Forget the ten minutes. The gates open now.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.